*Warning: If you are a man (married or single) this post may make you uncomfortable.  Do not proceed.* 

So, like I said, weddings are good for marriage.

And bridal showers make you want to buy lingerie.

Buying all this cute lingerie for B made me think, "I have never bought my own "sexy" lingerie.   I have two things that I got from my own bridal shower, but nothing I have ever picked out myself."  So I decided maybe it was time to get me some.

Ross is possibly not the best place to go.  Of course, I went to buy clothes– shirts, pants etc– and remembered about the lingerie while I was there. But the slinky nighties at Ross are somewhat less than desirable (IE less fabric than desired by a less-than-trim new mom) and there is quite a bit of mismatchedness.  Yet, I was still able to come up with a few decent pieces to take to the dressing room.  And to the dressing room I went.

And what are the odds that the first time a 26 year old woman goes to try on negligees for her own personal use, that the attendant at the dressing room is a guy?  Seriously. Unfair.

So first I see the sign that says "8 item limit" making me squirmishly aware that I am not going to slip past this guy with my nighties.  So I say to him, "So, I know I have got more than 8, but I don t know how many.  Soooo…"

"Well I still have to count them," says Clueless Man.

"O– kaaay." Don t make eye contact.  Stare at the ground as he pulls embarassing items from your cart.

What is the socially acceptable thing to do when he specifically gives you the lingerie to hold (as he counts the other items) and then hands you the pink panties to put back in your cart?

Mortified.

And I had to keep coming back to my cart to get more stuff to try on.  What. are. the. odds?  That is (probably) the last time I am buying lingerie from Ross. 

Of course when I tell Charming this story he informs me that whenever he buys condoms at the drug store that the cashier is usually female.  Not helpful.  And not the same.